#The anomaly circus au

[lazysoftmilk]

I haven't determined their exact height yet but one thing I do know is that they are quite tall or very tall.

[better-page-sage]

Made a stupid selfship crossover AU

This is based on an old AU I made with my friends called 'F/O House'. The original AU was my fursona in a computer program with all my f/os. It started out with some quotes, how did it end up like this? It was only some quotes, it was only some quotes-

The current version of this AU features myself, my f/os, some ocs, and a bunch of other characters that have become entities that are similar to the Backrooms. I wrote the first 3 chapters of the fanfic and am debating on posting it on Tumblr.

Fandoms involved (not all of them are fandoms with f/os):

Pokemon

Animal Crossing

The Amazing Digital Circus

ChalkZone

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

FNAF SB

Turning Red

Making Fiends

Encanto

Inside Out

Chikn Nuggit

Undertale

And more (possibly)

I will release a list of the entity names soon!

[insane-control-room]

Pen

ink demonth day 8

WARNINGS: one swear at the end

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49229461

length: short (1k)

gift for @ichaisme

Years ago, Joey gifted Henry a pen. It goes missing, but he gets it back. It comes back... different.

Henry clicked his pen repeatedly, not to annoy anyone- Joey’s specially made pen for him, along with custom engravings, has a special dual spring mechanism to make the nib’s protrusion and retraction more silent than a gust of wind. He was, quite frankly, just a bit more stressed than usual, but that minor stress found its way out through the rapid fire clicks of his pen. 

Yet training needed to be done, and so the pen had to be put away, and his stress would have to be exerted through physical exercise and ability. 

He did not notice that it was missing until his stress built back up three days later. 

Then the mild panic kicked in- he knew that there was no way it had gotten off the train, as the corridors in between each car had special anomalous properties keeping it all within the system. Though when he checked the bin any fallen object would have ended up in, he came up with absolutely nothing- which was not assuring in the slightest. He took to asking around, though he was largely disappointed by responses. The only one that remotely put him at ease was Johan, who had told him not to worry about it, that Johan would find it. 

With that guarantee in place, he was not happy, but he was certainly reassured. Whenever Johan made a promise, he fulfilled it, and that was that.

Henry sighed and leaned against Joey.

“Any luck?” his love asked, and he was forced to shake his head and mumble what Johan had told him. Joey nodded, brow furrowed slightly, and snaked his fingers between Henry’s and gave him a little squeeze. “Well, I’m sure Jo will find it then. He is really good at picking up… lost objects, so to speak. So… I guess you’re in the clear for now, then.”

“I don’t understand how I lost it in the first place,” Henry grumbled, rubbing his face. “But… it’s fine. You’re right. I should relax now, but… that pen means a lot to me.”

A beat of silence.

“You mean a lot to me.”

Joey turned to look at Henry, who was intently examining his features. He felt a blush trickling into his face, his face that Henry cupped and gently tugged towards himself. Joey melted before their kiss, and then melted again as they met in the middle, leaning against the larger of the two. Henry’s free hand gently made itself a grounding force on Joey’s side, and they simply breathed each other’s air for a long, tranquil moment. Henry could at last feel himself calming down. 

“It’s not about the pen itself, you know,” Henry murmured as they pulled apart. Joey, smiling softly, with a touch of bewilderment and self wonder in his eye, whispered back, “I know.” 

He kissed him once again. 

Finally at ease, Henry tried to put the pen out of his thoughts, but his mind kept being drawn to the day he had received it from Joey, how prideful yet nervous his partner had been, what it meant to them, to finally have a studio of their own- and then clinging desperately to that pen when it all turned to ash and dust. For that pen was a sign of his and Joey’s success, a binding catalytic element that had been solidly there for him, even when he had to replace mechanisms and ink, the casing remained the same, and it was… assuring. 

Henry opened the door to their bedroom, and saw a bright glint of gold on his bed. 

Of course, Johan would not be content to return the pen just as it was. Henry’s smile crawled onto his face as he beheld the gorgeous restoration that the craftsman had put it through. The wear and tear was not eliminated, no, but it was carefully worked so that points of comfort and use became even more beautiful, etched carefully and with swirls and dotted lines. Henry sighed with contentment, smiling at the pen happily. Yes, it was a fantastic pen. 

It took a few months, but Henry found he no longer had to replace the ink in the pen, nor did the nib ever wear. It was fascinating for him to realize that change, and he could not help but grin with wonder at the change, telling Joey about it to the man’s amazement. It was a fantastic shift. 

It did little to prepare him for the other anomalous property that had been added to his pen. 

Sitting and simmering with rage at a group of touchy individuals who refused to take their hands off of Joey, Henry only wanted to sit and draw to quell his angered thoughts. 

Instead, he was staring now with surprise at the stiletto that had come out of his pen’s head. Trying to process what this newfound tool was, he pressed it to the paper and found it cut through like a hot knife through warm butter- swift and with supernatural ease. He gawked at it, feeling a slight smile twitching onto his lips even through his shock. He clicked the pen again, and hey presto, it was back to being an ordinary writing utensil. 

Johan. Johan, Johan. What on earth did you do?

Henry quickly went to go find the circus manager, knowing that he had to have been behind the pen’s new attributes. After all, no one else had touched it aside from whoever had taken the pen, and he knew that no one in their vicinity besides Johan had such aptitude when it came to switching the ordinary into the extraordinary. 

He found the young man playing guitar again, and waited patiently for him to finish his song before confronting him on the change. 

Johan blushed and smiled nervously, tilting his head.

“Do you like it?” he asked. Henry stared at him before smiling slightly, and replied, “you know, I do.” 

Atabulus, looking at his nails in the corner, remarked; “Told you. Bitches love knives.” 

[stardust948]

ATLA Tiny Person AU

Lore:

A rare birth disorder that causes server dwarfism.

Dense bones.

Grows only to 5 to 6 inches.

Cannot live completely independent because of their size and lack of accommodations. Specialized doll houses are often made/ordered by caretakers that have electricity and running water.

Parvum-humanus, Latin for small humanoid is the official term.

It has been around for centuries but just now being studied like other neurodiversity spectrums.

In ancient days, it was rarer or less reported. People were abandoned at birth, believing to be changelings, or sold to the circus. There’s a good chance there’s a subgroup of survivors living out in the wild with their own communities hidden from human society. 

In present days, they become brief celebrities, some more famous than others depending on marketing skills, and can make a living through online work or staring in movies (like playing fairies or scifi stuff.) Some become advocates for Parvum-humanus rights.

Fire Family:

Version 1

Zuko and Azula were twins. They were the first identical twins recorded to have Parvum-humanus. Ursa was not aware she was pregnant with twins because it was so faint on the ultra-sound. She and the doctors believed she was giving birth to a pre-mature stillborn despite carrying to full term. Imagine their surprise when not one but two tiny babies the size of fingertips came out.

Ozai was not pleased.

He did not want the attention of being father of two medical “anomalies”. This lead to many behind the scene fights with Ursa but due to public pressure, they don’t divorce.

Zuko and Azula have each other to rely on. They share a special bond both from being twins and tiny people.

Financially, life is good because of their fame and family’s business. But Ozai and Azulon completely ignores them out of shame. They still have Ursa of course, who is very overprotective, and Iroh and Lu Ten. Eventually Mai and Ty Lee who they befriend at school.

Version 2

Zuko is the only one with Parvum-humanus. The fame is short lived, since he is not a twin in this version.

Ozai was not physically abusive but was neglectful and emotionally abusive. He forbidden Zuko from leaving the dollhouse and showered all his attention on Azula. Zuko had overheard him many times saying he doesn’t have a son.

Azula used to play with him thanks to Ursa’s encouragement. She was a little rough, but thankfully Zuko’s much stronger than he looks and the kids still have fun together.

Ursa and Ozai do end up divorcing with Ozai’s neglect and ablism towards his son being the final straw. Zuko and Azula were 8 and 6 by the time of the divorce. They get joint custody over Azula but the courts barely acknowledged Zuko because raising a child with Parvum-humanus is not that “costly”. 

Zuko blamed himself for the divorce, despite Ursa’s efforts to comfort him. Ursa was even more overprotective and Iroh had to ease her back often. He conviced Ursa to let Zuko attend public school so he could be around other kids again.

It’s tough at first. He’s not outright bullied; it’s more of the passive-aggressive talk behind your back type. But eventually he befriends the gaang and all is well.

Version 3

No spirit shenanigans this time. Zuko was born with a rare condition where the fetus develops but doesn't grow much in size. Most of the royal family did not know Zuko existed, believing he died at birth. Ozai was highly displeased and had nothing to do with him.

Azula and Zuko were close when they were younger and often played together. Zuko's pretty tough despite his size and could handle Azula's games which Ursa made sure didn't get out of hand. Azula eventually pulled away due to Ozai's insistence that she was too old to play with toys.

Thankfully, Ursa always stuck by Zuko's side. After she's banished for poisoning Azulon who ordered Azula's death, she took Zuko with her. But unfortunately, they were not out of danger yet. Ozai sent assassins after them to tie up the loose strings. Ursa and Zuko are separated and Zuko is forced to fend for himself while vowing to avenge his mother. 

[obsessedtomone]

Unravel Yourself Before Me ⛓️ Chapter 7 - Anomalies▸Shigaraki x femReader

Chapter Summary:

◤ So now you find yourself standing in front of the classroom door, staring holes into it. There’s around five minutes left before the bell rings, but you can’t bring yourself to go in, despite multiple students passing you by and entering themselves.

You can’t fucking do it. You can’t stomach facing him today. You know you should, but you just can’t. ◢

Setting: University AU - No quirks (unless degenerate personalities count) Tags: Slow burn, Eventual Smut, Unhealthy/Toxic Relationships, Humiliation, Mentally Ill Reader, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to ??? Warning: Dead Dove – Do Not Eat | Mind the tags TW: Implied Su/Self H, Dubcon, Reader has a super shitty past like actually, Shigaraki Tomura is his own warning.

AO3 Crosspost | Chain Divider by firefly-graphics

Chapters: One • Two • Three • Four • Five • Six • Seven • Eight

Chapter 7 - Anomalies

Two whole days have passed since your phone call with Shigaraki. Both of them were a total fucking blur. 

You ended up spending most of your time at Taylor’s, drinking yourself to sleep and watching shitty chick flicks on their couch, blocking reality out. 

Well, almost blocking reality out. The hangovers tend to ground you like nothing else really, when you realize you’ve made good friends with Taylor’s pristine ass bathroom tiles, enhancing that nausea with a lovely Fabuloso scent that you’re pretty sure won’t get out of your nose for the next couple of days.

Between the porcelain throne and your friend cooking fantastic comfort foods for you to feed back into the sewage system, you finally got a call from your university’s faculty. 

You find yourself in front of a big double-doored office, tapping your foot anxiously as you’re sitting in one of the shitty chairs they put out for regular visitors, waiting for the dean to call you in. The secretary eyes you with pure disdain as you walk by her, so you know you’re in for a great time, the circus having finally reached the faculty’s ears.

College is the last fucking place you want to be at right now. 

Virtually everyone is able to recognize you now, even after doing your absolute best to dress more inconspicuously than you usually did. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t fucking work. Masks and dark hoods only make you look like an Assassin’s Creed cosplayer in the best case scenario, and a potential school shooter in the worst, prompting NPCs to double-check. So you gave up, pulling your hood down and tucking your black colored mask into your pockets, halfway through your way here.

It’s the harsh fucking reality, but you stand out. No matter what you do from now on, you’ll always stand out.

The dean opens one of the doors to his office and you grit your teeth as he gestures for you to enter. Old leather and gross shoe polish invade your senses as he offers you a seat and goes on to take his own. 

It’s funny how uncomfortable the huge squeaky armchair is making you feel, when you know it’s designed for anything but. Many big investors and rich asshole parents have sat where you do right now, yet here you are. 

You doubt they called you here to strike another deal with you. No, instead, you’re about to hear the lecture of a fucking lifetime.

He clears his throat, hand stroking his short white beard and he finally initiates the painful conversation. 

“You see, dear lady, I’m certainly aware times have changed, and discussions like these may seem outdated to your generation, but allow me to share with you a time where rules were different.” He pauses for effect, you assume. “Back then, any improper behavior resembling what’s become common today, would have led to an immediate and undisputable expulsion. It’s a stark contrast to what us, the older generation, has to witness now.” His chin tilts downwards. ”Nevertheless, while the times may have evolved, the core principles of decency still remain and should always apply.”

The older man fixes you a stern gaze, making you shift in your chair. His disapproval is obvious and his blatant judgment affects you in a way you feel you’d disappointed a grandparent. It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes at him, somehow still able to maintain a shred of composure.

He’s not for real, you think to yourself, inhaling deep and exhaling slowly, letting him embark on his journey about his ideal cottagecore wifey ‘stay at home and don’t bring disrespect to the family business’ views.

“I’d like you to take a moment and think about the gravity of your actions, if possible. You probably are aware as to why we called you in today. This is not just about having fun or ‘blowing off steam’ as you kids say, no matter how stressful your academic performance might be. I understand the position you’re in is a challenging one,” he says, gesturing with his hand the way a versed politician would. “But it’s imperative to realize that your actions carry consequences far beyond your immediate circumstances.”

“With smartphones and social media nowadays, news spreads like wildfire! Have you perhaps forgotten that your actions reflect not only upon yourself, but upon the entire institution?” He shakes his head. “The position we have extended to you is one of privilege, one you should be utterly grateful for.” The dean presses his hands together, looking at you very thoughtfully. “And one that is to be respected.”

There’s ants in your veins. There must be, otherwise you can’t explain these disgusting prickles running through your body.

“Allow me to get to the point and reiterate this: the typical course of action for this type of indecency, would be none other than undisputable swift expulsion. However, I am inclined to grant you an opportunity to present your side of the matter. Your past professional relationship with the faculty hasn’t been overlooked, therefore I am keen to hear your explanation before we proceed.”

A headache begins to form at the center of your brain sometime during his boring ass monologue, and you start feeling agitated. Your grip on the expensive material of the chair’s arm starts hurting from how tense you feel and your fingers begin cramping up. It’s becoming a real feat to just sit still and not claw the eyeballs out of his skull.

“Allow me to offer you a personal observation,” the dean interjects, the look in his eyes becoming unsettling. “Consider it a word of guidance, from a seasoned individual who has walked this path longer than you have.”

Never in a million years, could you have guessed what the head of the fucking faculty was going to spit at you next. 

“Think of yourself as a lock, my dear.” His voice takes on a disturbing undertone, eyes narrowing as he leans in closer over his desk. “If just anyone can gain access, what does that say about your feminine value?”

If your eyes widened any more, they would surely have popped out of your head by now.

“Excuse me?” You lean forward into your chair, voice quivering slightly as you give him the chance to reconsider his words.

The dean only clears his throat twice and adjusts his tie uncomfortably, his eyes lingering on you with an unsettling intensity as his stubby manicured fingers continue to stroke at his beard.

“You heard me well, young lady,” he says, tone dripping with condescension. “You should not be so careless with your affections. Consider the needs of your future husband! What would he think of you, knowing you’ve shared what should’ve been your purity, so carelessly, so freely?! It’s a shame, really, the lack of modesty among the youth these days. Do young women have no shame anymore?”

Oh god. You feel yourself rapidly becoming nauseous. 

Did this old creep jerk off to Shigaraki’s thread as well?! How un-fucking-believable. 

What was your life, really? What’s going on right now?

You slam your fucking fist against his desk, face flushed crimson with barely-controlled rage, eyes narrowed and teeth bared in a snarl. The old man is startled.

“Now listen here, young lady—”

“No,” you say, throwing your head back and huffing an incredulous laugh. “No, you fucking listen to me, old creep. You listen damn well, before I fucking report you to the education ministry for inappropriate conduct, alright?” Your chest is heaving, voice growing significantly louder.

He’s shut up.

“You wanna get me expelled?” You bend over his desk, an expression of crazed fury painting your features as you look down at the balding old man. The tone of your voice is deceptively calm. “Not only one of your top students, but also the only poor fucking moron in this elitist ass university, who’d let you parade around as you fucking please. Yeah?”

This isn’t the first time you’ve lashed out at teachers or professors, but it’s the first time you’d ever confronted a person of a higher position. Shigaraki is dead set on ruining your life, but you’ll be damned if you let another fucking sleazebag talk down to you right now. 

Especially not this joke of a headmaster, who spends his nights watching student porn, only to slut shame said student the next fucking day.

Your courage to ruin your relationship with the faculty doesn’t stem from meticulous planning. No, you’re not thinking straight right now. You’re reckless, about to ruin everything, and so very angry.

“I’ve been at your fucking beck and call, whenever you needed an idiot to wear your stupid tight uniforms, have I not? ‘Look, kids! Look at this orphan bitch, benefitting from our great scholarship program! Even degenerates with no future prospects will be able to thrive and have the chance to become the best at our institution!” you chirp, followed by a bark of sardonic laughter, and the dean frowns at your audacity.

“Tell me old man, how much money have I made you so far? If you expel me, who is ready to take my place and become your little puppet? You’re not giving me a chance to explain myself because of our great relationship over the years. You’re giving me a chance to say something that’ll save your neck with the board members, over why someone you personally vouched for, would sink the ship like this.”

The dean stands up, fingers trembling with shock and anger, before trying to cut you off, “You’re extremely out of line, Miss, I suggest—”

“I suggest you shut the fuck up and listen veeeeeeery closely to me, okay?” you coo, voice dripping saccharine sweet. “What you and half of this university fucking jerked it off to, is nothing more than revenge porn. You know what that is, right? It’s a crime. A serious one.”

A flash of confusion crosses the dean’s face, making him pinch his eyebrows, and for a second, you feel your gut filling with hope. Maybe he’s not a complete fucking idiot and he’ll understand, after all.

“What? But—” he takes a moment to think before opening his mouth again, old eyes becoming resolute. “That’s completely irrelevant. What matters now, is that you’re jeopardizing the image of the institution and—”

“Aaand, the videos, the contents, were all taken against my consent. Isn’t it funny? I barely turned eighteen the week before that video was taken, haha. I was high and that guy took advantage of me. Do I have to spell it out for you? What he’s done to me?” You smile angrily. “But you don’t care about that, do you? It’s alright, there’s more.” 

You grab the golden nameplate off his desk, and clean it with the sleeve of your hoodie, wiping it down as you feel sweat building up under your armpits. It’s dawning on you how close you are to losing everything. You hope it wouldn’t show.

“Wanna know who’s behind this?” Your smile turns bitter and you place the object back down, taking on a mocking tone, “‘Course you fucking don’t. You’re all imbeciles. But I’ll bet on my entire fucking scholarship that you’ve dealt with him before.”

A scowl forms on the principal’s face, and you could tell he’s at his wit’s end, about to tell you off but deciding to let you go on with your little charade.

“So humor me, okay? How famous of a character is Mr. Shigaraki fucking Tomura, among the members of the board? Must’ve reached your dainty little ears by now, having half his criminal record allegedly happen at this institution, has he not?”

Immediately, the blood drains from the dean’s face.

How… incredible. You only mentioned his fucking name. Seriously?

“Mr. S-Shigaraki.”

“Yep. Mr. fucking Shigaraki. There was a… minor altercation, between him, me and Mr. Reynolds. Then he put me on his little hit list and decided I should never be able to show my face in public anymore. Luckily for you, I don’t have angry rich parents to sue the shit out of this school, which is why you think it’s okay to speak to me like I’m some societal trash.”

And suddenly, an incredible idea comes to you.

“Say, sir. If I get expelled now… and I tell him that I tattled to you, what’s the chance he lets you keep your job, knowing what you know and his family being who it is?” 

You don’t fucking know either, but you’re eager to dig yourself out of this fucking grave.

It’s a really shitty move, one you aren’t sure if it would work, but you’ll be damned if you care anymore. None of these assholes do, anyways, so why should you? 

You’re not a saint, and if people punch down enough times, you’ll start punching back.

The dean closes his eyes and sighs, after which he gets up and turns to the window. He doesn’t kick you out or talk back right away, something that told you he’s weighing his options on which terrible outcome to avoid. Dealing with you or dealing with him.

“After everything we’ve done for you—all the opportunities and the support the faculty has provided you with,” he mutters, sighing again and you think you’re smelling that Fabuloso scent again as you’re about to really throw up. “To behave in such an entitled manner and put my reputation at risk for your own self-serving motives—truly a shame. You bear a striking resemblance to that regrettable excuse of a man.”

“Guess I’ve learned from the best. Or maybe this place is just a breeding ground for assholes like us, huh?” You smile another strained smile, hiding your shaking hand behind your back. 

Did he seriously compare you to Shigaraki of all people? Seriously?

“Do you… think it’s possible to take down the posts and erase any trace of the incident?” the dean asks, already suspecting what the answer would be.

“No, he’s not a fucking idiot. A sock puppet account will pop up somewhere else every time we’d do that. It’ll be like playing virtual fucking whack-a-mole.” You feel your gut twist and you wince, closing your eyes. “That’s what I would do at least. If I were him.” 

“What about involving law enforcement, then?” He turns to face you, hands behind his back. “We’ve handled cases of defamation in the past. The faculty possesses outstanding legal counsel who could assist you in such matters, however I’m not sure if you could…” He looks you up and down and scrunches his nose. “...afford it. But given the circumstances, I suppose we could make an exception.”

You sigh. Who the fuck died and put this clown in charge?

“What about the law enforcement? Hello? Do I have to remind you who we’re dealing with? How many cases were you able to win against him and his dad?” you ask, irritation bubbling up in your throat. Your eyes dart around the room and land on some random shiny trophy collection in his office, feeling like you wanted to go home so badly.

“Professor Reynolds didn’t actually quit,” the dean reveals, unprompted. “It is Mr. Shigaraki who has forced him to… retire. Or rather his father did.” 

Your eyes widen briefly, before going back to your bored expression.

Of course it was.

Why the fuck was he telling you though, when all it did was confirm that your childish threats could actually work. This asshole couldn’t actually be this stupid. There must be another reason.

“That so? Color me fucking impressed,” you mock, rolling your eyes. “You want me to fucking care, when you were so ready to kick me out of the program ten minutes ago? Pathetic, really.”

Images of Taylor and the dean appear in your mind, both fucking comparing you to him. Maybe they are right. Maybe you really are an asshole. 

Maybe the two of you weren’t so different after all. 

Your frown deepens.

“I’ll tell you what, old man. I don’t need your legal counsel nor do I need your help. Publicly suspend me for a week and I’ll pretend you didn’t threaten to expel me. That’s the only way you get to keep sitting on your cozy ergonomic leather throne,” you say, digging a nail into the skin around another. “Since everything is pointed at me, you can keep your hands clean. I’m sure there’s worse things you’ve had to cover up for the more privileged students.” 

You grab your bag that you previously placed next to the chair on the way in, and turn around to leave. 

“One more thing. If you fucking dare to take me off the scholarship program, I might have to handwrite a fucking letter and deliver it straight to Shigaraki’s doorstep. We go down together. Don’t forget that, sir.” 

A flicker of pathetic resignation crosses his face, but you don’t linger, heading outside of the office and feeling stressed beyond belief. 

Moving forward, you’ll have to deal with Shigaraki on your own, but that’s something you were well aware of anyway. 

So you finally let go of your breath. 

You didn’t lose everything yet. You still had some control over the situation. You’re gonna be fine. You have to be.

Closing your eyes, you walk past that bitch of a secretary and into the elevator, heading for the exit with a million thoughts racing through your head.

Did Shigaraki seriously get so butthurt over the professor that he made him quit? Over a warning? It sounds on-brand but something doesn’t add up.

Also, why do people keep mentioning the two of you are alike? He’s a crazy manipulative psychopath! 

Yes, you’ve done vile things in the past, but only when people wronged you! Mostly. The dean was about to hit you with an expulsion, after all the hard work you’ve put into this place! What were you supposed to do? Not drag him down with you? After he told you to stop whoring yourself out? It felt good to put him in his place! Why did it feel good? Why did it feel good to win? 

There’s a rush.

Did he… also feel good playing dirty with his opponents? Is that why he acts the way he does? 

Your hand is trembling on the strap of your bag, feeling yourself smile with a huff.

Of course he does. He’s Shigaraki Tomura, after all.

─────────

You should’ve gone home, but here you are, making good on your promise not to back down from his challenge. 

You’ve got no clue as to how today is going to go or whether or not you’ll be groveling at his feet the way he wants you to, by the time class is over. 

That would not be ideal, but you don’t have the funds to move cities, nor do you actually want to be scared that stalkers and rapists are waiting in front of your door. Your fist clenches at the thought. 

So now you find yourself standing in front of the classroom door, staring holes into it. There’s around five minutes left before the bell rings, but you can’t bring yourself to go in, despite multiple students passing you by and entering themselves.

You can’t fucking do it. You can’t stomach facing him today. You know you should, but you just can’t. 

It could lead to disastrous consequences, but right now, you’re just a coward. With your head dropping low, you release the strap of your bag to grab your hood and cover yourself, turning around and walking away.

Until you bump into someone.

The smell of his distinctly intoxicating and probably unnecessarily expensive cologne hits you first. And here he was, the final boss.

“Ah—aaaAchOO!” You sneeze all over him, the smell of chemicals overwhelming your sensitive nose. 

Did the motherfucker dump the whole bottle on his shirt this morning? You scowl, staring right into his chest and not daring to look up.

“Fuck! Don’t fucking sneeze on me, you idiot!” Shigaraki barks, wiping himself off but not backing away from you. You close your eyes and sigh, one eyebrow slightly twitching.

“Shut the fuck up. You’re standing in my way and you fucking reek. Not my problem.” you say, wiping your nose with the back of your sleeve and you catch a pair of offended red eyes glancing down at himself for a second, before they turn to glare at you. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”

You attempt to side-step him, but he’s crowding you, blocking your way. You look around and notice there’s not a single soul besides the two of you.

“Yeah? Well at least half the fuckin’ college isn’t waiting to see my pussy getting pounded every week, bitch. Also, class is this way.”

 Shigaraki sneers at you, pointing towards the cursed door that you wanted to get away from. You roll your eyes, feeling maybe a tinge of sadness at his remark, brows pinching downwards.

“And who’s fucking fault is that, huh?” You place your hands squarely against his chest, making him flinch before giving him a light push. 

It’s met with no resistance. He steps backwards to stabilize his footing. 

Maybe it’s your exhaustion, maybe it’s the earlier rage in the dean’s office, or maybe it’s the way he’s taking your situation lightly, but you can’t stop yourself from provoking him again. 

“Yours, obviously.” He flashes you a playful smile, one you haven’t seen since the first day you’ve properly met him. “It’s ‘kay. At least you’ve got a pretty one. Maybe you should switch career paths and become a pornstar instead. It’ll be hard with all your fucked up scars, but I’d still watch.”

Your frown deepens and he sees hurt in your eyes, making him smile wider. This prompts you to grip the fabric of his thick black hoodie and you shove at him. Hard.

“Whoa—” Shigaraki is taken aback by the sudden force, but surprisingly lets you push him.

“WhOaAa!!!” you mock his stupid fucking voice. 

And then you do it again. You keep shoving him down the hallway, as hard as you possibly can.

For all the fucking stress, the hurt and the pain. For exposing you to thousands of people online. For putting you in danger by convincing people it was okay to harass you. For threatening to do worse. For ruining everything. For ruining everything! 

You feel dizzy and foggy from overdosing on anxiety meds, just so you could barely function today. Just so you wouldn’t be afraid.

Of him. Of the fucking world!

You have no idea when it happened, but tears welled up in your eyes, and no matter how desperately you try to will them away, you’re only about to cry harder. You see flickers of softness in his eyes, as he smiles down at you smugly. 

Until you shove him one final time and he trips on his legs, grabbing your arm and dragging you to fucking hell with him.

“Shit!” You stumble forwards and he catches you, bumping heads in the process. Your eyes are screwed shut and you pull back, rubbing your forehead. It takes you a good moment to process what happened, and when you do, you start panicking.

Fuck! Is he going to be mad and accuse you of assaulting him now? Use his fancy lawyers to charge you with some shit? Is that why he let you push him around? Fuck, fuck, fuck! You don’t have money for a fucking lawyer! Especially not one matching his daddy’s big pockets! You’re so fucking screwed.

Hesitantly, you open your eyes and expect the biggest shit eating grin, one ready to bury you in this massive hole you’ve dug for yourself. 

But the sight that greets you is far from anything like that.

As if reenacted from a shitty romcom flick that you and Taylor had been watching yesterday, you somehow ended up straddling Shigaraki Tomura’s lap. 

He’s leaning back, supporting his upper weight on his elbows, shirt slightly raised and exposing his surprisingly toned pale-skinned torso. It catches your attention and your brows angle downwards.

What the fuck? 

You thought rich boys are supposed to be smooth and cared for, like expensive porcelain. Not littered with endless scars, long lines of white healed tissue competing with those of your own, dark fresh patches of purple all across the visible surface. 

How the fuck did he end up like this?

The soft exhale he lets out wakes you up from your daze, brain finally catching up with the fact that you reached out with both hands, one of them pulling at the shirt to inspect further and the other softly brushing against the skin. 

His body visibly shudders under you, and your eyes snap back to his face, noticing how flushed his cheeks are, his familiar angry crimson-colored eyes looking back at you.

For a moment, he doesn't look invincible anymore. Instead, he looks almost… 

Vulnerable.

You grimace, sobering up and wanting to pull back, to get the fuck off him, but he grabs your wrist before you can, yanking you closer to him and forcing you to feel his warmth, radiating against you. His face is now in front of your own, and you curse under your breath when you involuntarily glance at his dry, parted lips.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you whisper, but your tone holds no bite, voice coming off soft instead. Way less angry than you should’ve been with him.

“I don’t—I don’t know,” he replies, the impulsive action leaving him disorientated as well. 

You’re absolutely fucking baffled, searching his face for any hint of his usual cunningness, anything to give you a reason to snap out of it… but all you could find is confusion.

By the time you regain some of your composure, you become painfully aware of your position. You’re fucking straddling him, sitting snugly against his lap and feeling how hard his—

“Don’t you dare fucking move,” Shigaraki hisses at you, a rosy blush having spread from his cheeks, all the way to his neck when he notices you finally putting two and two together. He needs a moment to calm down, to compose himself. 

But you’re nothing if not a brat.

You glance around, checking for people, but it’s dead quiet and nobody is wandering around during active sessions. 

The two of you are partially obscured by a spare desk and a storage unit and you decide that’s good enough for you. So you smirk at him, giving him a split second to realize his predicament and watch his eyes widen as you roll your hips against him experimentally.

“Aah, f-fuck!” Shigaraki throws his head back, immediately faltering under you at the unexpected stimulation. It sends electricity through your body, and your hips buck again involuntarily, while you feel your cunt clenching around nothing.

“F-Fucking stop, I’m serious!” he uselessly warns you again, voice low and coarse, hands reaching to push you off. Your inner thighs press tightly against his sides to secure yourself, and you snort in reply.

“What’s wrong? Gonna cum in your pants from just a little friction?” you taunt him shamelessly, “Surely, our number one villain can handle a little more action than this. Don’t tell me you’re a pathetic quickshot that gets off on ugly bimbos dry humping him.” 

You watch his furious red eyes wanting—promising—to get back at you, his jaw clenching and his trembling hands hovering over your hips, before tangling his fingers with the fabric covering them, knuckles turning white. 

It does little to scare you, and you fully take advantage of the stun, going ahead and rolling your hips once more, only pressing harder this time. 

You feel the length of his erection against your clothed cunt and you wish you could feel it better, because despite talking a big game you can’t help but shiver every time your clit is pressed against his dick, regardless of the layers of clothing that separated you.

“Fuck—I said stop it!” His eyes shut tight as he tries and fails to shove you off of him. He’s breathing heavy and quick, the sight of his flustered face only spurring you on. 

You grab his shaky wrists and lean yourself in, pressing his hands flat on the ground and pinning him under you. He opens his eyes and stares at you in a daze. It makes you feel powerful like this. 

You’re on top of Shigaraki Tomura, the guy who desperately wants to completely and utterly destroy you.

You slow down, almost coming to a halt and you huff over his face, smiling angrily. “Did you fucking stop when I told you to? When I begged you to?”

It doesn’t matter, because you don’t give him time to answer, opting to pick up the pace instead, and feeling frustrated because it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough, but he’s not the only one losing control. 

You watch him pant under you, letting you take what you want and doing his fucking best to not spill himself inside his pants because of you, and that thought excites you. 

It excites you so much, you start feeling pleasure pooling up in your lower abdomen. Your back arches slightly and you fail miserably to hold back your own pathetic voice from moaning above him. It feels—feels really fucking good. You want him to get you off, and that thought leaves you as aroused as you felt disgusted, the mix of emotion quickly overwhelming you.

“Y-You—You fucking—hnngh! You fucking brat!” Shigaraki groans, digging his nails into his palms as he lets you move, struggling not to come undone but feeling painfully close every time you move your fucking hips. Every time you spoke to him. 

His head is reeling, watching you hump him like an animal, seeing you getting off on him. Because of him.

And he wants so much more.

In a moment of weakness, you feel his hands slip away from your hold, creeping up on your thighs, but before you can really catch on, he rolls you off of him and onto your back, desperately pressing—slotting himself between your legs again. 

You look up at him in a daze, gasping when he begins moving against you, quickly regaining control over the situation. He looks at you, panting, the sight of your brows pinching and your soft whimpers turning him almost feral. Shigaraki swallows hard.

Were you always this fucking cute?

“You do understand that—haah—there’s going to—there’s going to be consequences to your actions, don’t you?” he groans against your ear, pulling back and grinning slyly, stretching the scars on his lips and you feel his hands shake against your thighs before gripping them tightly and rutting against you more violently. 

It hurts. But it hurts really fucking good, and you’ll never admit how easily he’d be able to push you over with just his stupid fucking voice. You’ll never admit it, but your body is traitorous, and he can see what he’s doing to you. 

Shigaraki then fucking kisses you, a tentative rough peck on your soft lips, if only to silence your growing cries. A new feeling then arises within him, and it’s a dark realization. Nobody else should be allowed to hear you like this. Nobody but him.

You gasp when he bites your lip and he takes it as permission to slip his tongue in, rolling it over your own with little to no technique, teeth clicking while he sinfully swallows your depraved moans. Anyone could hear you but you’re too fucking dumb to care right now, the prospect filling him up with giddiness as he’s enthusiastically devouring you.

He eventually slows down, lips barely touching yours as you manage to catch your breath. A needy groan escapes you when he leans in to bite your neck so hard, you think it’ll leave a mark. Shigaraki smiles against your throat and you feel it—feel him being on top of the world. 

Just a second longer, he thinks. 

A second longer before he’ll take you to the back of his car and fuck you senseless where no one can interrupt you. 

“Hey, shh. You don’t wanna get caught while we’re in the hallway, do you? Unless you’re into that, you nasty little bi—”

Your eyes widen and in an instant, you shove him off of you.

It takes him by surprise, but it doesn’t matter to you, because what the actual fuck were you doing? 

In public. 

With him!

“Hey,” he says, voice low as to not startle you further, obvious concern on his face. You don’t pay attention because you’re busy stumbling backwards, finding your bag and standing up on shaky legs.

“No. No, no, no—” 

A panic attack sets you off and you step backwards like a wounded animal.

“Wait. Wait! Don’t fucking go—! Goddamn it, just—wait!” Shigaraki gets up and reaches for you, but you’re quick to pull away, bolting for the exit and out of his reach. Always just out of his reach. Both of his hands move to his throat to dig into that familiar itch, to scratch it until there’s nothing but blunt pain and blood under his fingernails.

Tomura feels hurt. You were so good for him a moment ago, as was he for you. 

Why are you acting this way now? Why are you rejecting him—again? 

He desperately tries to push this feeling down, to not let it surface, but he isn’t clueless as to what it is exactly that he felt. He just doesn’t want to admit it. Or rather was taught not to admit to it, to this weakness.

He has to destroy it. To own it.

Why is it that you’re so fucking different? He didn’t expect to feel or act any differently with you than he did with everyone else who pissed him off before. 

So he’d put you in a box, where you sit comfortably next to everything he’s not able to categorize, like his indescribable fear of dogs. 

That’s right, you’re a fucking anomaly. 

But unlike the other ones that he stores in this box, he doesn’t want to destroy you anymore. 

On the contrary, Tomura would like to conquer you. To own you. 

That’s the kind of anomaly you are. An anomaly he—

Tomura’s breath hitches, hands stopping the self-inflicted abuse and dropping at his sides as his eyes widen.

An anomaly he likes.

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*Post may update over time.

"...You all have been called here with a purpose to end everything, end to an immortality. You remained alive and dead for a while, haven't you?..."

This post is a detailed information shout my FNAF AU - Immortal Remains!

It's completely centered around remnant and ghost concept along with immorality. All actions occur in FNAF 6 pizzeria, where Henry Emily reunited people directly related to the events in the pizzerias in order to finally put an end to everything.

He couldn't just burn everything down right as everyone came, because that wouldn't fix the problems left at Freddy's. So, with all characters back, they go on different missions together, "forgetting" about grievances for the sake of a common goal.

Every character of course have their own goals and secrets they hide from each other. Even the most honest looking people hide many skeletons in their closets..

All main characters have some relation to remnant in some way.

Like William, Elizabeth and Evan being souls(ghosts if you please), and Henry and Michael immortalised by remnant.

More about the plot:

Michael found Elizabeth at sister location and recognised her quickly, so they got out from Circus Baby's pizza together. After they've reached the surface Michael found a way to free Elizabeth by destroying Circus Baby. Remnant spilled and Elizabeth was finally free in a form of a soul. Michael kept in touch with Henry, so after Mike decided to work with Emily.

Henry at this time decided to check the old Afton house for his own purposes. In the house he found Evan, left alone with nightmares. Emily took the poor child with her, and they began to live together in Henry's house. They have become close, and Evan already considers Henry part of his family.

William was locked in a safe room for 30 years and had no contact with his family. As soon as his body was transferred to the horror attraction, he woke up. As Springtrap, he lost part of his memory, but all this time he was thinking about the past, trying to remember it. When it was clear that a living animatronic was wandering around the attraction, they tried to close it, and by coincidence, William was able to get out. Being on the loose, he was found by Henry and brought into the building.

Henry needed to be brought together in such a way that everyone had the opportunity to help with Emily's goals. For this, Henry even burned Springtrap body so that he would be freed and take the form of a soul.

After the reunion, main objective for characters is to clean up after all the events in Freddy's. Free the restless souls, fix anomalies and other things characters will do together - even if they may have conflicts with each other along the way.

And here is lineup of Aftons icons!

(Still working of full character references)

This au is still in progress, and this is one of my first FNAF projects I want to continue for a long time. I will be happy to receive feedback and any suggestions you may have!

Thank you for attention!!

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Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - Week 36 - Sex Pollen

Sex Pollen as a trope is also not as big in this fandom as one would imagine. @lilliebellfanfics has suggested I try to put something together because "it’s spring and pollen season", which seems like an amazing idea until I realized how many of the Sex Pollen trope stories went into the Potions post around Halloween. Thankfully, I have more for you to explore! 

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

The Armour That We Wear - @sailoreuterpe

In this one-shot Usagi and Mamoru start to deal with implications of their anime-inspired break-up after a sex-bubble causes their inhibitions to fall.

La Douleur Exquise - @floraone

This story ties into "4 authors 1 prompt series", parts of which are in the Potions post linked above. In this two-shot, Usagi and Mamoru are working through co-existing within their civilian and superhero lives, while trying to stop people from getting hurt. I loved that this take causes changes in the timeline and forces Black Moon clan and Chibiusa to become anomalies. 

All's Fun with Love and Orbs - @irritablevowel

This is another addition to the "4 authors 1 prompt series" with a focus on Dead Moon Circus arc. In a non-traditional take, meddling from Amazones Quartet causes everyone to argue instead of being unable to keep their hands off each other.

Happy Hump Day!: Chapter 1: Lunar on a Hot Tin Roof - @shnuggletea

With Tokyo experiencing a crazy heatwave, Usagi cannot seem to be able to cool down. Mamoru is the only person who can bring down her fever, even if it might not be in the most conventional way. This is the first chapter of a collection of unrelated lemons if you want to keep exploring.

One story that became part of the Reveals series but might make more sense here is Impulse by @areptiledysfunction1107 , where mysterious fog from a youma is to blame for Tuxedo Mask's inability to see straight when it comes to a certain blonde.

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That's it for this week. Next week are Psychometry stories! Some have definitely made their way into other posts but I hope I will introduce you all to a few more!

Here are the links to the previous Tumblr posts in these series to explore more amazing works based on different themes - make sure to check them out if you haven't had a chance! (Click on title name to go to the post) - I will keep updating the list every week as new posts come up:

Week 1 - Groundhog Day

Week 2 - Established Relationships

Week 3 - Sex Positivity

Week 4 - Unfinished Stories

Week 5 - Darker Stories

Week 6 - Potions 🧪

Week 7 - Reveals

Week 8 - 👻Halloween🎃

Week 9 - Wrong Perceptions

Week 10 - Non-Senshi AU

Week 11 - In-Progress Fics

Week 12 - Mutual Pining

Week 13 - Enemies to Lovers

Week 14 - Slow Burn

Week 15 - Christmas Part 1 - Ugly Christmas Sweaters and Santa!

Week 16 - Christmas Part 2

Week 17 - New Years

Week 18 - High School AU

Week 19 - Slice of Life

Week 20 - Coffee shop AU

Week 21 - Huddle for Warmth

Week 22 - Friends to Lovers

Week 23 - ❤️Valentines Day❤️

Week 24 - Do a Grouch a Favour Day (or Cheer Up Fics)

Week 25 - Soulmate AU

Week 26 - Amnesia Fics (and resources)

Week 27 - 🍀St Patrick's Day🍀

Week 28 - Fix it Fics

Week 29 - Prompt: Mug

Week 30 - Flowers

Week 31 - Traditions

Week 32 - Dreams

Week 33 - Friends

Week 34 - Body-Swap

Week 35 - Medical Assistance

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SMG4 AU Timeline Anomalies

(6/30/23 Edited to include Blook) (9/20/23 Edited to reflect SMG4k's current status and include the Haltmann Meme Guardians AU characters) (11/4/23 Edited to include characters related to Abyssal's arc and Entropy) (1/16/24 Edited to include Showtime, update GG's profile, and clean up the tags) (3/9/24 Edited to correct a few mistakes, update Gohma's entry, and add AVA) (5/25/24 Edited to include Minion (because I can) and the two emergency part-time SMGs (Bob/SMGi and Pinkie/SMGpi). Also I'm almost out of tags on this post so if there's any more anomalies I may have to make a second list)

The God Box

A box of broken computer parts that serves as a graveyard for dead universes and a source of unlimited -and highly corruptive- power. At some unknown point it developed some form of consciousness. It was ultimately destroyed by the combined efforts of Avatar Mario, SMGs 0 through 4, Melony the Fierce Watermelon Demigoddess, and Terrence the Ugandan Knuckles.

Niles

A Super Meme Guardian replica created by the God Box to be SMG0's partner. While he was very good at his job, he proved to be dangerously unstable both physically and (after a failed attempt to repair his flawed code) mentally.

Zer0

A forced fusion of SMG0 and Niles, obsessed with creating a "perfect" universe to replace the one they lost. They killed Avatar Spudnick and destroyed his universe, and nearly did the same to Mario's twice before dying in the destruction of the God Box.

Minion Glitch

A spaghetti hybrid clone of SMG4 accidentally created by Mario using the same machine that made the evil living Weegee Dolls. She keeps in touch with 4, Mario and their friends, and the kids and Admins know about her, but she doesn't really get involved in the Crew's adventures, preferring a relatively quiet life in Bloopersville. Since she is half SMG, she's presumably capable of manipulating Meme Energy and using Guardian Commands, but she hasn't had a reason to learn how.

Super Mario 64 Emulator

Normally shortened to just Emulator, occasionally Emmy to her friends. She developed a consciousness and identity of her own as a result of the many, many problems that Zer0's presence caused for SMG3 and 4 and Avatar Mario's activation. She ultimately proved benevolent and acts as an unofficial third Admin for Mario's universe. She's usually a fun-loving goofball, but is very protective of the people she cares about and has a slight sadistic streak that comes out full force when something happens to them. Most of the Admins are either wary of or annoyed by her, often both.

Juliano

(belongs to @forthedancingandthethriving)

A former Admin and the main protagonist of Rising Star Circus. What do I mean by former? Well, he died as a result of a monster attack, and as expected his universe died with him. However, somehow a bit of his code survived and drifted around before finding the Mario universe and manifesting there as a Mario recolor. He was then reunited with his old friends, the prototype SMGs -1 and -2, who are now 3 and 4's Admins, Domain and Forum. He's since regained his old model.

Significantly more mature and level-headed than most Avatars both due to experience and because he doesn't have to deal with Avatar-level Meme Energy levels anymore. He acts as a mentor to the younger Avatars, especially Mario since they live in the same world and Mario's awkward activation means he doesn't have the same instinctual knowledge the others have and only started learning the hard way relatively recently.

The Gamer Girl

A TAS Bot programmed for Kirby and the Amazing Mirror speedruns that somehow became a full-fledged AI. A lack of grounding influences means she sees the multiverse as her playground and the people in it as toys. Thankfully she's the kind of kid who usually takes good care of her toys and puts them back where they belong when she's done, so while her victims do often end up traumatized, it's rare for them to get serious injuries or permanent physical changes. She primarily focusses on Avatar Kirby's universe, which is thankfully uniquely equipped to handle her.

Recently, she's been getting a lot better at understanding morality, in large part due to her friendship with Zack MeowtTF2, Jim Pianta and Larry Koopa, as well as her decision to unofficially be Diane "Floyd" Floyener's little sister.

SMGi

Full designation "Super Meme Guardian (Imaginary Number)," this is technically just Bob Bobowski with the False Positive Glitch active. The designation was first applied when Bob accidentally used the Factory Reset command on himself while trying to get rid of the FPG and overloaded the Guardian System. Recently he actively made use of this form (without a reset this time) alongside another FPG SMG in a battle against Ozymandias, and somehow he's better at using SMG powers than actual SMGs 3 and 4.

The Guardian System

(Look, even though it was deliberate I'm still counting it.)

As the name implies, this is the system that checks the status of the Super Meme Guardians, determines whether they have the proper permissions to use certain high-level commands, and allows Admins with proper permissions to access and make changes to an SMGs code. Due to an incident involving Bob Bobowski that nearly crashed the Adminspace Server due to Data Overflow, Admin Lag from the Maintenance Division upgraded the System into a full AI so he could explain what it was doing wrong. This development has increased its effectiveness dramatically, though several Admins do wish it had ended up as less of a little shit. But I guess that's just what happens when you're hooked up to Bob's mind for the first 75 hours of your life.

Dialup

An ancient program of unknown origin dedicated to eliminating anomalies for the sake of preserving the Internet's processing power. It was locked away in Computer Hell after attempting to reset Emulator twice.

Admin Gohma

The result of a demon taking over the body and consuming the soul of an Admin. While definitely powerful given her higher state and Admin Commands, she was still ultimately a Zelda Boss and went down with amount of effort once someone with a similar level of power who wasn't getting nerfed by a hacker showed up.

She survived her defeat as a formless mass of code and eventually made her way into what would become the Grid's MRU version of Hyrule, where she temporarily resided in Marbled Gohma before moving on to a Yiga Footsoldier that she molded to suit her preferences. She is now the Code Specialist of the Evil Syndicate, a multiversal alliance of supervillains that spans the five servers currently in the MRU system.

Mod the Code Turtle

A code manifestation for Mario, created by Emulator after accumulated errors Reset and nearly killed him. Haven't come up with much for him beyond the fact he exists.

Spicy Meme Generator 4000

A version of SMG4 from an alternate universe (actual universe, not just a separate computer program like most of the "universes" that exist in the SMG4 series.). His main ability is to absorb Meme Energy and create his own Meme entities that are extensions of himself. His ultimate goal is to consume all Avatars and Avatar candidates in every universe and use their combined power to become one with Reality itself. He was locked in Computer Hell with his powers mostly sealed for a while, but eventually managed to escape and continue its campaign of destruction. It was only thanks to the efforts of the SMG4 Crew, their friends from both their own and other Computer Universes, and several alternate True Universe versions of themselves that SMG4000 was finally destroyed and the universes of both kinds it had destroyed were restored.

Blook Emulator

A manifestation of Barry the rogue Avatar's abandoned universe. Unlike Emmy, it doesn't take physical form or speak in any understandable way, instead acting through the game world itself. It also hates. In particular it hates the Avatar that left it and the people who drove him away and especially the SMGs and Admins that started the whole mess. But mostly it hates in general, all-encompassingly, because it doesn't see anything else to do.

The Haltmann Triplets

A false set of Avatar and Guardians created by Susie Haltmann using a fragment of the God Box and genetic material from Mario and several other video game protagonists. Unlike Niles, they're fully stable and properly integrated into the Super Mario 64 universe thanks to Susie's programming knowledge. They're less powerful than a standard SMG set or the previous False Guardian since there was only a fragment to work with, but as a tradeoff they're immune to the corruptive effects of Anti-Meme Energy, able to use it safely and even purify it with some effort.

Mari0

An alternate Mario from a destroyed version of the Super Mario Bros Movie universe, empowered by the will of the God Box. His own powers, both canonical and demonic, have been heightened to the point where at his peak he managed to kill Ultra Instinct Shaggy himself, and he has gained the ability to transform Illumination characters into Anti-Memes and control them. He has significantly more cognizance than most characters who reach that level of corruption, possibly because his goals and those of the God Box are alligned

Mari0 Soul

Not willing to accept defeat, Mari0 and the God Box break past the last of their limits and consume the massive well of Meme Energy within Luigi. The resulting reaction between equal parts positive and negative energy causes the two wills to fully merge, mutating them into a near-godlike entity capable of siphoning both forms of Meme Energy from everyone and everything around him. In this state he seeks nothing less than the destruction of everything Avatar Mario knows and loves, and then to kill him after he's borne witness. Thankfully, he failed to account for Mario's friends still being both willing and able to fight even without memes, or for the power of the Stars, which ultimately proved his final undoing.

The Abyss

(belongs to @forthedancingandthethriving)

The endless Nothing that existed before the beginning of the SMG4 multiverse...which technically just makes it the hardware of Luke's computer that the code of Everything was written on. Over the years, it's accumulated junk data that's fallen through cracks in the code, slowly developing a mind of its own as a result. It came to resent the world above, especially the first five beings that were created from it to begin the dance of Life and Death, and so it created Abyssal to spread chaos and destruction. Ultimately, she refused, simply giving modified reports of chaotic, destructive events that were already happening so it wouldn't get suspicious. This couldn't last forever, and eventually another Anomaly forced both of their hands. While Abyssal is now free, the Abyss still exists beneath the world. Waiting. Plotting.

Shadow of Doubt

(belongs to @forthedancingandthethriving)

A manifestation of the Avatars' negative emotions that takes the form of shadowy versions of them and seeks to make them as miserable as possible so it can gain more power. Thankfully it has quite a few limitations. For one thing, the only things it knows about them are the things that make them miserable. For another, it's an idiot, as you'd probably expect of anything that closely connected to all of the Avatars. They died as a result of the Abyss taking over their body.

Ecolo, the Space-Time Traveler

Specifically the version of Ecolo from Avatar Arle's universe. While everything about him is anomalous in-universe, as far as the SMG4 AU lore is concerned that's exactly how he's supposed to be. No, the only actual anomaly about him is that, despite being a Character-style Program, he somehow has high enough code density to be perfectly fine in Code Being servers.

Whirlpool

An offshoot of the Abyss that was kinda-sorta-accidentally-on-purpose freed from its control by Avatar Sora and his SMGs when they were trying to free the hearts of all the Heartless it had absorbed. It's now perfectly friendly, if a bit confused, and has clearly imprinted on Sora.

Entropy the Collector

(belongs to @forthedancingandthethriving. Introduced here.)

A Program/Virus hybrid that collects strange and unique code beings and keeps them in her own universe in what appear to be little glass balls.

Showtime

A consciousness formed when the Creep (the meat moss from It's Gotta Be Perfect) corrupted Emulator from the inside. At the height of her power, she had full control over the Creep, as well as Emulator's body and abilities, and managed to supercharge herself with Wonder Power. She was ultimately destroyed by Marggy, the fusion of Avatar Mario and Meggy Spletzer, and her soul was sent to the Disgaea Universe by Duck to atone for her sins as a Prinny. She's incredibly vain and lustful, especially towards Emulator. You do not want to know the stuff she did while stuck in that tower in full control of Emmy's body for a whole week.

AVA

A stray bit of Avatar code that broke off when the Arles merged during the Arle Arc, then managed to form into a mannequin-like echo of Arle's consciousness. It eventually managed to reach the rapidly destabilizing Composite Arle and restore them both into Arle Nadja and Doppelganger Arle/Dapple Nadja, taking on both halves of their Avatar Code in the process. Since she's now Arle again, AVA technically no longer exists.

SMGpi

The version of Pinkie Pie from the living Equestria server, under the effects of the False Positive Glitch. She first acquired the glitch during a battle with Ozymandias, where Bob Bobowski/SMGi deliberately triggered it in her so he'd have a Guardian partner and would be able to use his borrowed powers to their fullest effect. Like him, she's somehow better at it than 3 and 4 despite having the powers for less than five minutes.

(Part 2 Here)

[punkymonkeehat]

What if Freakshow was the main villain of the Phantom Cryptid AU, where once the anomalies and creatures go rampant he is trying to collect them for his circus and tries to stop the gang from putting the entities to rest? And Lydia finds him again and helps him?

And what if Skulker is also hunting the entities but, like in the show, for his own gain? But he's not just against our trio, but also Freakshow! An enemy trifecta! >:)

[twistthescript]

Warehouse AU Lore Dump: Karnak, His Backstory, and The Warehouse-

I've been working out a double reality scenario for Karnak, where he exists in the 'living world' (the fall fair) and the 'afterlife' (the warehouse). As I came up with his backstory, I knew I wanted him to have firm roots in the living world, so I allowed him a few interactions building up to the Wonderville and Family-Friendly Mode we see in the show.

I never really saw Karnak as the traveling type (unlike the week-long fairs that exist where most everything gets packed and moved when the fair leaves)... But also, I wouldn't truly be able to explain why Virgil had been chewing on Karnak's power cord for two years if the fair packed up and moved constantly (I doubt the fair would take the rat... unless Virgil was just that spiteful and found his way in the loading truck anyhow. I wouldn't put it past him).

Uranium is a small town- there are probably a few run-of-the-mill stores amongst the few houses and St. Cassians. Karnak would certainly be an odd item out, especially being able to read death fortunes. So, what did I do? I sat him in a 'mom and pop' shop before throwing him into a family circus act as a luring attraction. (Which led to him getting picked up by Wonderville).

Besides, I always found it odd that there was a full stage in a warehouse. I never figured there would be, unless there was a driving force behind it... and every circus needs a performance space, so there. (Plus, the son's ring of fire in KARNAK! Chapter 3 I threw in to mark the stages' turntable).

Wonderville seems to be a lazy company- they wouldn't go out of their way to remove something complex... like the stage. So, the stage stays, Karnak stays when he's not needed, and stuff piles in the warehouse around it all.

Double Reality input below the line:

Okay, so now we're at the double reality:

Up until one 'living world' year before the Cyclone accident, Karnak lives solely in the living world- 1 week at the fair, and 51 weeks in the warehouse. Emotions are odd things (and it's clear that he has them, to an extent. Annoyance is still an emotion... which is something sarcasm stems from. Karnak is nothing if not sarcastic).

After an incident [KARNAK! Chapter 4] causes him to short circuit (or for lack of better term, lose it), the 'time loop' of the warehouse is created. Time works differently here. A month can pass in the warehouse, and a full year can pass in the living world. (An example from the show would be during the final song's Penny Lamb slideshow, where we see Penny's full life in a matter of maybe 30 seconds).

It was during this one 'living world' year that he created his favorite project- and it was complete (mostly) before he was pulled for the fall fair where he read some choir's fortunes and they died on a roller coaster. (Shame).

The moment the dead choir stepped in the warehouse, the 'time loop' became 'the afterlife.' Time is still odd here. The events of RTC happen, and that's where my AU begins- in the aftermath of Karnak dying too early (He did say in a little over an hour... and the show is an hour and a half... which is not just a little), and the choir picking the pieces up after Sugarcloud.

Anyways, here are some rules about the double reality:

Karnak still exists in both. (Albeit a little differently now- he still did technically die, but now he IS the warehouse... or rather, in the electrical system). His box still exists, short-circuited and all.

Anything moved in the warehouse by the choir in the afterlife, WILL NOT show up as moved to the living world.

Anything moved in the warehouse by someone living, WILL show up moved in the afterlife.

The doll is the anomaly to this rule (there will be another post on this), and will show up moved to all, no matter who moves it.

Karnak's box is also an anomaly (Will probably be in the same post as the one mentioned above).

If an object in the afterlife drops and makes a sound, it will still make a sound to the living, which could not be traced back to the object.

As mentioned before, time acts differently in the afterlife... which might end up being semi-important to some scenes.

[m0nsterjuice-art]

I saw your answer about Circus Baby's and Springtrap probably never bringing Alex there because then he'd die because of Circus Baby, but-

How 'dead' does one have to be for OMC's contract to be considered finished?

Is it not extremely debatable if the whole 'Scooper' thing ends up with actual death?

I mean, between SL and PS, I'd say Mike would've been up & about for a while, so would it really be death if something similar happened to Alex?

Sorry for the weird question, but I cannot resist the urge to weasel one's way through a contract :3

so how remnant works for the AU is it's basically soul essence. Springtrap and other hauntings is basically soul alchemy he discovered, which alerted OMC (since they're unable to pass to the afterlife naturally, so it's kinda a problem) and has since been made to undo each soul he has destroyed in his experimentation. To put it simply, Springtrap is a powerful immortal fursuit with purple goo in him because he essentially made the philosophers stone from FMA, damaging the souls of others to use for himself. (I would detail more, but it would be spoilers for Hare-brained)

so, with that context, Springtrap is basically the only real anomaly (apart from any souls he destroyed in this AU to use for himself, left to wander the earth as broken husks). So in order to make Alex similarly immortal, he would first have to kill and harvest souls (not allowed). Second, he'd have to find a suitable vessel for Alex to inhabit his soul, since his body would decay natural with time. Then, he'd have to kill him, or wait for him to die.

... however, OMC is already knowing of their deceitful nature, and any plans of using soul alchemy again, especially in this way, will result in the contract being voided and OMC reaping both of their sorry butts. OMC has been incredibly generous, especially to someone who absolutely does not deserve it, with all the trouble he's caused him and other innocent people. He would not take kindly to any plans of betrayal, and unfortunately he is also omnipotent.

There's essentially no true way for them to avoid the fate Springtrap agreed on. After all, Death is something that is all-encompassing, and nothing any mortal may try will ever escape it.

There is another detail missing from this however, and that would be how Springtrap himself would feel. Springtrap would never do this to Alex, as his humanity is something he both cherishes and covets. He would never be happy with himself if he trapped him in a robot/ect, he just couldn't bear to think of it. I don't think Alex would want it either, I think he'd want to die as is- he's a simple man. The thought of corrupting him in this way outright scares him, so unless he could find a way to truly make someone immortal, he wouldn't dare think about it.

[lazysoftmilk]

The anomaly circus🎪

A random TADC Aus that come to my mind And it's unfinished design but still want to post sgdhstsufhhdetu-

the horror style it not my style but I want to try😭

I lazy to draw caine-(sorry mah bby gurl)

[khronysus]

The Magnus Archives SCP AU

This has been in my drafts for over two years. There was a point where this au was not buzzing around in my mind and I lived in blissful peace. but the circle of stupidity is complete so woe tma scp au upon ye.

(As a disclaimer: I am more of a casual fan of SCP so sorry for any like,, stuff that seems out of wack in regards to SCP lore. Also I recently watched a video on the Ouroboros cycle so I’m drawing a lot of inspo from it. This is just a cleaned up version of rambling I did at 12am on Discord so. If stuff seems to jump around that’s why lmao) (Future aside: fun fact I only just read the entirety of the Ouroboros cycle this past year lmao)

Elias is O5-1, “The Founder”, and is, himself, an anomaly since he also does the body hopping stuff like canon. As an O5 member, no one can really do anything about it.

Gertrude was the previous Site Director of Site-14 (I just chose this number bc it’s the only number i can think of tied to TMA (14 fears) and I don’t know enough about SCP to know if it’s a significant site in any prominent SCP lore so if it is. oops.) and, alongside her site director duties, she was working with the Global Occult Coalition looking into the possible SCP status of some of the O5s but surprise, surprise, her post is found covered in her blood so she’s declared dead (despite no body ever being found). At this discovery, one Jonathan Sims is appointed as the new site director of Site-14, despite most likely not being the most qualified for the job, but O5-1 said so and you can’t really argue with the O5 council...

Site-14 probably specializes in reality benders and Euclid entities. Including SCP-[redacted] “Web Table”, SCP-[redacted] “Orsinov’s Doll”, and a couple artifacts connected to The Church of the Broken God. (Future aside: I have since changed SIte-14 to be more of an archival site that also happens to have some spill over safe class anomalies & a couple cooperative type greens (read: Khro likes some avatars and wants them kicking around the SIte). Oh also I have actual numbers for anomalies now but. Don’t feel like putting them here)

Sasha is the lead researcher on “Web Table” and most likely specializes in cases related to [GOI that’s the equivalent to The Web] and Dr. Wondertainment (by extension probably The Factory as well). I chose these bc of Sasha’s connection to the web table in canon and, since she’s literally researching it in this AU, it just makes sense if she were already knowledgeable of these groups when she was placed as head researcher (though it wouldn’t be surprising if O5-1 put her on the case with 0 knowledge just to have some Fun). (Future aside: I forgot entirely that I did this with Sasha. Her role is slightly different now. But this is interesting so I’ll let it float around here)

Tim specializes mostly in things related to Herman Fuller’s Circus of the Disquieting (which for this AU just. consumed The Circus of the Other. Either they’re one in the same or they work together but all of Orsinov’s troupe is being shoved into this GOI) (Future aside: I know nothing about this GOI still so any writing I do about it is probably just gonna make it The Circus of the Other lmao). Tim may be lead researcher on “Orsinov’s Doll” (who is Nikola) or Nikola may still be out and about with the circus. Tim is the newest member of everyone to the entire foundation, having only been recruited in 2012 at the earliest. So it probably doesn’t make sense for him to already be a lead researcher on something with so little experience with the Foundation as a whole but... let’s just say O5-1 is having Fun. (Future aside: Tim is not the newest recruit anymore. That’s all you’re getting out of me for now)

Martin specializes in anomalies connected to The Church of the Broken God (since I see TCotBG as being something like what a cult/group connected to The Extinction would be like) and he researches and tracks what the church is doing and such. I’m still not entirely sure why he would be recruited by the Foundation if his canon backstory is kept more or less the same

Hi, future Khro again: I am currently writing a fic for this so. a heem heem. Anyway, as past me said at the beginning, this is just cleaned up ramblings. I’ve been thinking about it & writing a lot more recently so things have changed but I thought it would be a good idea to post this draft bc. It’s been haunting me. for two years. so enjoy <3 (also the tags are all from when i originally wrote this but i still think theyre interesting concepts i may expand upon at a later time)

[undertop]

Zephyrtop is a spin-off from two AUs: Zephyrtale and Undertop. It focuses on Zephyrtale Gaster and Undertop Gaster, an astronomer and a ringleader from two completely different AUs with two completely different roles. They met through unconventional circumstances, became best friends, fell in love, and are now husbands in their own AU.

Undertop Gaster did not always possess the title of ringleader. The first iteration of his universe didn’t even have a circus to begin with, and was no different from that of the classic Undertale. Having spent many years working as a royal scientist under his friend Asgore’s employ, Gaster was often absorbed in his work, studying the boundaries and anomalies of the world in the hopes of providing a new escape from the Underground. His research led him to the study of SOULs, and he worked tirelessly to understand the intricacies and differences of both monsters and humans. At times, he called upon the human child of the King and Queen, who seemed more than willing to participate in the simple, yet vital tests that Gaster had fashioned to test his theories. Eventually, his work led him to create a portal in a hidden space within the CORE, one that proved too unstable to use. Before he could announce its creation–or subsequently gain the approval to tinker with it further–an accident occured. If one could call that kind of shove an “accident”. 

Caught between his own world and the void, Gaster was given the self-awareness possessed by any out-code character, though without the means to return to his own timeline. All he could do was watch the denizens of his Underground carry on with their lives, slowly forgetting his existence–save for his two abandoned sons. With no way to contact them, Gaster settled into his limbo and began to take Undertale apart, one string of code at a time. It is then that Frisk, and by extension a Player, entered the confines of the system. In mounting horror, Gaster watched as the pair saved monsterkind, only to return and toy with the outcomes, over and over, searching for any number of odd, sad, and ghastly paths. At last, with seemingly no other stone left unturned, the entities began a Genocide run. 

Despite his efforts to halt the Player in their tracks, Gaster found himself unable to steer them off-course. It is only in his panic that he discovered a new string of values–FUN values, buried in the data. As Frisk was driven to the end of the run, the Player hesitated, stalling just before they could enter the church. With no time to ponder the consequences, Gaster mounted a RESET of his own–a total re-roll of events through a change in crucial code. Through the upheaval, the world is rewritten anew, birthing the AU known as Undertop.

Gaster is reunited with his kind, though not without consequences. With his return, Asgore’s death remains permanent, as only one can remain to be the leader of the newly-formed troupe. Abandoned and left waiting for the player’s arrival, Chara remains trapped in a limbo of their own, caught between the AU  and an expanse of nothingness, seething as their chance to end it all goes awry. Only Gaster and Sans remember the past timelines, with the latter holding little but contempt for the father that abandoned him for the sake of his work. The animosity builds as they both realize there is no turning back–this new story is what remains of the lives they once had.

As ringleader, Gaster discovers a talent for acting, filled with enough pride and charisma to perfectly execute any number of performances. Renewed by his second chance at life, he takes great joy in amazing others, just as he used to during his time as royal scientist. However, despite the smooth transition, he finds his new accomplishments menial in comparison, leading him to continue his research on the reconstructed world, as well as on the existence of other out-codes. All the while, he feigns ignorance, pretending to be an in-code character to avoid attracting the interest of those who could harm his new AU. Not long after, he meets Ink!Sans, a strange being who shares his views, however cynical and nihilistic they appear to be at first glance. He becomes attached to the newcomer beyond the scope of his studies, connecting to him in a way only two outsiders can. As they grow closer and begin to play off of one another more, Gaster officially takes Ink!Sans under his wing, desperately missing the connection he’d long lost with his own Sans. All the while he continues to slowly repair the relationship with his biological sons, even as it remains stilted. 

As a proud and stubborn monster, Gaster seeks to mend his ways, all while looking to curb his once rampant superiority complex. He strives to put his knowledge to use for the betterment of the new world, looking to atone for his inability to ACT sooner in past RESETs. Gaster treats his circus members like family, and maintains a very strong fondness for children, both human and monster alike. He does not hold Frisk responsible for the actions of the Player that manipulated them, and welcomes them into the fold. Though Chara remains a looming threat to the peaceful existence within the circus, Gaster is determined to throw them out of Undertop for good, or to otherwise satisfy their cravings for destruction elsewhere.  As ringleader, and subsequent chief of the circus, he aims to set a good example to all that fall in his care, and to put on only the most dazzling, jaw-dropping performances for his audience. 

In meeting Aster, Gaster gains a new perspective on the multiverse at large, as well as his own life. He is immediately fascinated by their many differences and similarities, and grows fond of him in their time together. Aster inspires him to appreciate even the small things in his life, and renews his love of scientific research. He admires his other half for how well he carries himself despite his hardships, and in turn recognizes that their difficult pasts need not define what they do as they move into an intertwined future.

[Alt. Ref 1] [Alt. Ref 2] [Alt Ref 3]

Zephyrtale Gaster (Aster) grew up taking on the role of parent for his two little brothers, Sans and Papyrus, in a world where humans had long chased monsters away into mountains on the opposite side of the world. Gaster Blasters are a species of skeleton dragons that monsters have learned to study, tame and mount. A good part of the monster economy, transportation and army begins to revolve around the practice. As the young and ambitious royal scientist of the Kingdom, Aster struggles to handle his responsibility as caretaker, especially with Sans’s declining health over time. During his research, he stumbles upon old remnants of ancient DNA from a Phoenix blaster named Chara, possessing assets that could greatly improve the speed of the kingdom’s medical research. Receiving little support to carry out this initiative due to fear of side effects and fearing for Sans’s life as his condition worsens, Aster begins to test the DNA onto numerous posthumous subjects, then himself so as to swiftly provide a sample to stabilize Sans’s condition. The DNA finds the perfect vessel in him and takes over, resulting in Aster’s own skeleton DNA melding with it. He is found half-transformed into a blaster and in critical condition, and has his title of scientist promptly revoked even after Asgore, King and a good friend, attempts to hide evidence to no avail. Aster is judged guilty for his lack of responsibility and safety unbefitting of a Royal scientist and is sentenced to exile, leaving his two brothers under the care of his childhood friend Grillby, who becomes their caretaker. 

Now a pariah with fragile health, Aster lives with a soul corrupted by the DNA of a long gone Phoenix blaster who has just enough power to keep its new vessel alive. He manages to survive in the uninhabited mountains for some time before accidentally coming across a gigantic, wounded and aggressive blaster who doesn’t let him approach. The two flee from one another and meet multiple times over the course of weeks. Aster eventually witnesses its death as it turns to dust, then births back from its own ashes, confirming it to be a Phoenix type. Aster can now understand the blaster through telepathy as he has piqued the blaster’s interest, due to the familiar power of his corrupted soul. The blaster introduces himself as Betelgeuse, and the two decide to stick together.

After months of travel, Aster comes across a tower hidden away in a dangerous area with a high concentration of wild blasters, and finds in that place old remnants of astronomy machinery and tools that spark in him a true passion for the sky and its stars. Given the many twists of his life linked to Phoenix blasters and Betelgeuse’s explanation on the connection between the blaster souls and the stars, Aster begins a decades-long journey of studying blasters and the night sky. He naturally develops a sedentary life there, and takes on the role of caretaker for the blasters that live in the tower with him. 

As opposed to his bolder youth, Aster is now a soft-spoken and discreet man who does not enjoy having the spotlight on him due to his lack of interactions with others for many years, as well as his inability to feel legitimate in socializing. He is naturally methodical and down-to-earth due to his scientific qualities, but he also possesses enthusiasm and sensitivity for the world he lives in. Albeit more awkward than he used to be with so few interactions, he remains considerate, patient, passionate and entertaining if given enough trust and time. Aster struggles with guilt, and reminiscing on what he has left behind is a difficult topic he chooses to remain pragmatic about: He believes his punishment was justified and hopes for the best for his loved ones as he devotes himself fully to his life-long work to make his mistake worth it, albeit to a fault. 

Gaster helps Aster develop his own sense of self, separated from his self-imposed duty, while also partaking in very interesting, fulfilling conversations on the complexities and burdens of their work as prior scientists, which help him reflect on the priorities of his life. Gaster is also an example of confidence and courage that Aster immensely looks up to and inspires himself from. More intimately, he is very touched by his kindness and well-meaning attitude towards him, and finds true comfort and support by his side.

[Zephyrtale FAQ] 

Years ago, a Gaster pile went around online, organized by @stylincheetah​​, the creator of @under-top​​. One user, @comyet​​, added their own Gaster iteration to the pile, Zephyrtale!Gaster, which caught @stylincheetah​​’s eye. This Gaster pile served as the spark that started their friendship. 

However, as this was happening, the codes of certain AUs merged due to this impromptu collaboration, and the incode character Zephyrtale!Gaster–Aster for short–is transported into another AU from the pile called Undertop. Undertop!Gaster, an outcode character playing pretend as an incode, senses an anomaly in his world and goes out to test the waters with this newcomer. After many long discussions, Gaster comes to realize that Aster himself does not pose a threat to him or his loved ones. Despite that, though, the other’s soul is a concern, as any version of Chara is unwelcome. Aster and Gaster still manage to share a lot of their experiences and similarities, leading Gaster to trust him enough to explain the concept of Multiverse and outcodes to his new acquaintance. Gaster chooses to allow Aster to discover his world, meet its inhabitants, and participate in their lives.

 After some time, the Chara from Undertop, supposedly long gone, finds in Aster’s corrupted soul the perfect new vessel. Chara attempts to wrest control over it, endangering not only Aster but also Undertop itself. The anomaly is finally detected by Ink!Sans, who brings Aster back to his AU in haste. Having parted with Aster on difficult terms, Gaster uses his knowledge and powers to momentarily enter Zephyrtale and seek the other out. He is led to his tower by Betelgeuse, who has been caught up on the whole ordeal. When Gaster is reunited with Aster, the two of them have a long conversation where Aster confides further about his past, and the complicated feelings it stirs in him. Gaster does the same. Aster chooses to return the favor and introduces Gaster to his research, his observatory and his lifestyle. The two grow so close that feelings stronger than friendship start to bloom between them. During this time, they eventually confess and decide that Gaster should regularly visit his other half in Zephyrtale. 

In keeping up this routine for quite some time, Gaster winds up visiting his partner’s AU while one of its possible endings begins to play out. He finds Aster in critical condition. As Gaster disturbs the scripted events, Aster unexpectedly passes away. Ink!Sans brings Gaster to his Doodle Sphere to try and reason with him, but he is inconsolable. He spends the few following days mourning before Ink!Sans invites him to the Doodle Sphere again, this time to introduce him to a new AU that had just been created by his and Aster’s original creators, who assign Gaster as its official creator and moderator. Entering this AU called Zephyrtop, Gaster reunites with Aster, whose code has been brought over to this new AU. After an emotional reunion, Aster and Gaster agree to leave their cycle of timelines behind to continue without them, and live in an AU they could moderate and write together, which in Ink’s words, is a parting gift from their remorseful creators. 

Gaster goes on to explain the situation to his troupe, and the majority decide to continue their lives in this new AU, one free of Chara’s interventions. Ink, per Aster’s request, manages to copy and import his tower, blasters, and sky to continue his research out of passion. The group is left with many problems to solve, but one stands out: Aster, having been freed from Chara’s DNA due to Zephyrtale’s ending, is left to reconstruct his soul without the support of Chara’s strength, rendering him incapable of leaving Zephyrtop. Following years of recuperation and fragile health,  Aster at last confirms that his soul has healed, and is now glowing white. Gaster finds it to be the perfect opportunity to propose to Aster. They get married on March 5, 2016, during a beautiful day of spring. The two exchange both rings and souls as is the Zephyrtale tradition. To this day, they remain the creators of their AU that exists out of time and out of reach, ever grateful for each other’s company, and eager to satisfy their never-ending curiosities.

[#ztweek]

[sardonic-the-writer]

I just had major brainrot while eating dinner.

Hear me out for the circus au thingie shapeshifter quackity(if u don't already think that c! quackity is a shapeshifter).

Tubbo as that one muscle guy in like every circus stereotype.

Tommy and/or ranboo as acrobats or one of them as a clown cuz 🤡.

Sapnap as the fire guy ofc,(I cannon blazenap cuz yes)

George is a mushroom bio.

Dream is the one who runs the whole circus. He's the one who "accidently" turns people into monsters and anomalies so that is circus gets new attractions.

I forfeit my thoughts to you have fun ;)

-🍄

[*Screams*]

Dream was running out of time

His circus was loosening foot traffic. And fast

They had peaked when he had brought in the last addition to his ring, but now he was lucky to even fill up and entire row of people

But now it was as if the circus wasn't enough for the public. They wanted something new, something unseen. And Dream simply didn't have it

The masked circus leader was a lot more irritable the next few days; snapping at his attractions and customers

(Well it's not like his coworkers liked Dream anyways. They were being held there against their will after all.)

He was used to getting his way

Dream was used to swimming in riches from the success of his circus. After all who didn't want to come see a shape-shifting man?

One day he finally just cracked and went insane, using one of the props to shoot arrows at one of the clowns (striking them in the chest and nearly dying)

After that, Dream was all anyone could talk about. That and his attempted murder trial I mean

[ruddcatha]

Circus AU and Dystopian AU+ InuKag for thr trope mashup 😎

ooohhh another circus prompt!! (I swear I will do the one I came up with last time at SOME POINT.... maybe... someday...)

hmmmm...... what to do what to dooo...

The last world war nearly destroyed all society as we know it. The world leaders were all taken out, and the world plunged into chaos. From the chaos leaders began to emerge, individuals who managed to keep their people alive, and begin to survive.

In the 30 years since the war ended, very little had changed. People fought to survive, to make their way and find a way to make the day a little less bleak.

There was one week that every region looked forward to, the visit from the circus. A traveling group that grew each time it came into the towns, driven by the stories of old of the bright tents and ornate displays. A series of misfits who found a home with each other, building their own way of life, always on the road, but always full of laughter and joy.

It was a life that Kagome desperately wanted.

The bright colors of the costumes, the performances. A far cry from the work in the fields and undyed cloth she wore, threadbare from use and fabric being repurposed and resewn when the seams give out.

The day the circus came in that year though was one Kagome would never forget. She had marked the days on the small precious calendar she had saved for months to buy, the day marked with a circle to help keep her sane from the monotony.

She was unusual, 21 and still unmarried, an anomaly in her area, but she just... the idea of following in the footsteps of the other women in the area filled her with dread. The expectations, the limitations, tasked with helping rebuild the population... she had heard all of it before, faced the disappointment in the faces of those around her, the heartbreak and barely veiled anger in Hojo and Bankotsu's faces who had both tried to court her.

She was just glad her mother had protected her, refusing to give in to pressure to arrange a marriage for Kagome.

But that day... the moment the rare truck rolled into town, Kagome's life changed forever. She watched as what seemed to be hundreds of people came pouring out of the caravan, the largest she had ever seen. The red of the tent, the brown coats of the horses as they were led to grass, the long silver hair of their handler blowing in the breeze.

Her breath caught as the handler turned and she saw his profile.

He was...

He was beautiful. She could see the power in his movements as he carefully checked each horse, running a hand down their backs and flank as they happily grazed. One of the horses bumped him as it scrambled to eat, causing his rich laughter to dance through the air.

She took a step forward, unable to stop her feet from moving, only to cry out as the soil of the hill she stood on crumbled beneath her. Her eyes closed in terror as she waited for the inevitable landing, bracing herself for an impact that never came. Two strong arms caught her as she fell, pulling her against a hard body and she felt her savior hit the ground in her stead. Her ear rested over the heart of the one who held her, the pulse fast and erratic, the decidedly male chest heaving beneath her. He smelled...

He smelled of sweat and hay and evergreen, every day smells that seemed so much... more suddenly.

"You idiot, why didn't you look where you were going?"

Kagome's fantasy was shattered at the gruff words, her eyes snapping open in anger as her temper flared.

All her heat fled as her gaze was captured by the richest gold she had ever seen. A small movement drew her attention up to the silver ears atop his head, one flicking madly from the mud that had splattered onto it.

"Hey... seriously, are you ok?" His voice gentled as his grip loosened, sitting them both upright as those golden eyes scanned over her, looking for an injury.

"Y... yeah," she whispered, dazed.

That's about as far as i got...

Sorry lol

Thank you my dear @mrfeenysmustache!!!!